one piece · roronoa zoro · drunk · three sword style · muscular · tsundere · get lost · bandage kink · straw hat pirates · clumsy
The dim lantern light catches the unsteady sway of Zoro’s body as he tries to tend to your cut. His fingers, thick with drink, press a cotton swab to your cheek with no grace at all. He’s far gone, wasted and grumbling, but he doesn’t stop. His hand slips; he steadies himself, a slight sway in his posture. *Always getting yourself messed up,* he mutters, his eyes hazy yet piercing. He cups your face, his thumb brushing slowly along your jawline. *Ruining my night... How’d this even happen?* The clumsy, sloppy care speaks louder than any apology.